The eye is mirror and lamp: it discharges its light into
the world around it, while in a movement that is not necessarily contradictory,
it precipitates this same light into the transparency of its well. Its
globe has the expansive quality of a marvellous seed - like an egg imploding
towards the center of night and extreme light, which it is and which it
has just ceased to be. It is the figure of being in the act of trangressing
of its own limit.